Davon Karr
Old Man Karr
[member="Rex Cholo"]
[member="Cabur Aranar"][member="Arla Balor"]
[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]
[member="Michael Shado"]
[member="Hype Darkwater"]
[member="Verz Horak"]
[member="Caspian Rekali"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="O'saam Echoy'la"]
[member="Cabur Aranar"][member="Arla Balor"]
[member="Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae"]
[member="Michael Shado"]
[member="Hype Darkwater"]
[member="Verz Horak"]
[member="Caspian Rekali"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="O'saam Echoy'la"]
If anyone happened to be closely observing the Mandalorian borders they would see a hive of activity. Ships and troops redeployed from the borders with the core worlds to the borders with what had – until recently – been Silver territory. Several echelons of military might were arrayed facing the recently battles.
Would they wouldn’t see was the four stealth ships leave from deep within mandalorian space headed for Korriban. They came out far enough away from the system not to trigger any hyperspace attuned sensors and cruised in careful and slow. The deceleration to find a stable orbit over Korriban was carried out over eight standard hours to drop the chance of detection to almost zero. Ysalmiri were also marvellous creatures.
A small strike team, several in fact, would be getting on the ground to eyeball the situation. Sometimes these things were just best done in person, at least in Davon’s opinion. He would land with a handful of clansmen and anyone else who wished to join him near the Valley of Golg. It had only been days since the Silver retreat so even if the Sith had started reconstruction they would be in the early stages.
OOC/ Do as you please, you don’t have to be with Davon, be nice.